I nodded and led him to the van, Kirby opened the doors and his eyes bugged out at the product.
“We can’t move this much,” he gasped. “We’ll take half of it.”
“You’ll take all of it,” I reiterated. “Get your goon squad to come and lift it, then we’ll handle business and you’ll be on your way.”
The guy wasn’t the leader. He was all bravado before he saw this, and now he looked behind him. I located the guy with a brass upper lip and knew this was a set up. I grabbed for my gun in my waistband before I felt a sharp upper cut that winded me. Shouts and gunfire were let off from every direction as the guy continued to pound on me. I landed on the ground, the force of the impact on the hard dirt winding me.
The leader looked down at me, the gun in his hand, barrel aimed at my face. Images of Orla floated through my mind as I suspected I wouldn’t see her again.
A sharp bang and I thought I was done, but nothing happened. I wasn’t hit. I opened my eyes and saw no one standing over me. Turning over, I looked up to see our guys had gotten control. Then two faces I recognisedturned around, their guns by their sides. Lorcan stood over me and hauled me to my feet.
“Sleepin’ on the job?” his brother Killian asked with a smirk.
“Funny fuckers.”
“We heard about this going down yesterday, and drove down as soon as we heard they were trying to take you guys out,” Lorcan added. “Foley is a big guy, and his trial isn’t going to put him away. I know the judge hates him, but the jury has been tampered with.”
Fucking great.
“Ace is going to riot.”
Lorcan nodded. “We’re helping with protection of the families of the jury, but Foley knows a lot of people. He also doesn’t want anyone encroaching on his drug business.”
“The Italians had us do this drop.”
“The Barone’s?”
“Rabid Wolves.”
“Shit,” Killian muttered.
“We can handle them,” I lied. “The Barone’s are almost all taken out anyway.”
Lorcan and Killian shared a look before they turned to me. “What happened over there?”
They’d helped us get a ride over there, and given us the guns when we arrived, but they’d steered clear of it due to their own involvement with the Barone’s. It had been Lorcan who had killed the older brother, Saverio, which is why I assumed Matteo had a bug up his butt. I relayed what had taken place and how Matteo had wanted revenge. They knew that part but they had no idea of what he’d done to his prisoners.
“We would have come if we’d known he had turned into Saverio,” Lorcan said. “I’m sorry, Bear.”
I nodded quickly. Saverio had been the eldest brother, and the one who betrayed his old pal Lorcan and almost raped his woman.
“I thought Matteo understood,” Killian muttered. “Maybe he needs a lesson in old school rules.”
“No need,” I said, just as Savage and Viper were finished piling up the bodies of the drug runners in a nice and tidy bow for their men to find. “Bastian did nothing to help his brother, he knew what he’d done was wrong and aided us in locating him.”
“Bastian is a good kid,” Lorcan nodded. “Either way, I’ll head over there to make sure there won’t be another reprisal.”
“Thank you, brother,” I said. He shook my hand and nodded.
“Killian’s gonna stay with you, just for a little while during this trial. I don’t like the fact he’s calling the shots from prison.”
“You don’t need to do that,” I said.
“You’d do the same for us,” Killian offered.
We would. The O’Farrell’s, although not an MC, were hard as nails and they had the resources that we needed from time to time.
“Plus Sloane is already at the clubhouse and from what I hear, halfway through a drinking game with someone named Shona.”
